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      May 17, 2015After the Boston Marathon BombingSusan Cohen

      I interrogated the God            I claim I don’t believe in
       
      the way the brain questions a leg            ripped away at the knee
       
      and will not accept            its desertion
       
      the way a severed artery shouts            into the void
       
      the way nerves keep firing            at phantoms
       
      the way a scared soldier            obeys no commander
       
      shooting blindly            into the suffering air

      from Poets Respond

      Susan Cohen

      “With the trial and sentencing of Dzhokar Tsarnaev, I relived some of the outrage I’ve felt as religion increasingly has been used to justify atrocity. In such a time, I find myself slipping back into the internal conversation of my childhood, bargaining with and wheedling God. This poem is an expression of loss: lost limbs, lost life, lost belief, lost innocence.”

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